Moundsville: Where Standards Go to Nap
Standards are relative, and nowhere is that more scientifically provable than a Friday night at Walmart in Moundsville, West Virginia. We went in for groceries and dog food. Basic survival. What we walked into was a living museum of a very specific Appalachian vintage. Pajama pants dragging like defeated flags. Tube tops holding on through sheer willpower. Big trucks idling outside like they’re waiting for a NASCAR audition that never came. There’s a look that says, “I gave up at 3 […]https://ericfoltin.com/2026/02/21/moundsville-where-standards-go-to-nap/
